[u][h3]Kuhaku Shiro - Team Swansong's Dormitory[/h3][/u]

Approaching the door to his room, Shiro's newly gifted Scroll chimed as it notified him of a message. Pausing and slipping his Scroll out of his pocket, Shiro unlocked it and checked his received text. Smiling, Shiro quickly tapped a response to Gren.

[quote] [b]To:[/b] Gren Orchid
[b]From:[/b] Kuhaku Shiro
[b]Subject:[/b] Get my headphones? Re:

Sure thing, boss. Yeah, lucky us for the early 'dismissal'. Math isn't my strong suit. I was having trouble. My brain doesn't like having to process so many numbers, lol. >:3 [/quote]

Shiro chuckled as he sent the message and pocketed his Scroll. Grabbing the handle, the door unlocked and he stepped into his room. Shutting the door behind him, first things were first. He had other priorities to attend to. Softly padding his way to the bathroom, his mind rolled through the checklist of things to do.

[i]"Okay, put away my 'things'. Grab Gren's headphones. Then grab my own hearing protection. That is, if I can find-..."[/i]
Shiro stopped short in front of the bathroom door.
[i]"Them?"[/i]

Now, the tiger boy wasn't the most attentive creature on the face of Remnant. But, instinct and an unnamed sense of his always alerted him whenever there was something amiss. Frowning, he tilted his head as he looked at the bathroom door. Problem was, the door was ajar. He was certain he had shut it when he finished talking with Sepia. At least 90% certain. Of course, he was forgetful of trivial and minor things. So he just as easily could have forgotten in his rush. Shaking his head, he mentally shrugged as he pushed the bathroom door open.

He froze dead still. His senses went hay-wire as the synaptic connections in his mind went into overdrive as they fired off. Eyes wide. Mouth slowly hanging agape. The hairs on his head, ears, and tail stood on end as his voice caught in his throat. The color drained from his face as he simply looked stunned. His body beginning to tremble and shake ever so slightly.

[b]"Ah-"[/b]
His bag slipped off of his shoulder and hit the ground next to his feet with a [i]thud[/i] as he reached forward with his gloved hand. Standing in the threshold of the bathroom like some odd, furry statue.